Day 4: Playing with Fire
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Sometimes, when she felt like it, Azula could be almost gentle.
Every night it started the same way. A look across the room, smouldering golden eyes meeting eager gray. A forceful kiss, clothes falling every which way, Azula pinning Ty Lee to the bed under her.
And of course, the fire. Oh, how Azula loved her fire. Not only did she always light a circle of candles around the bed, but oftentimes the touch of her fingertips would literally burn. Ty Lee's clothes hid the burn marks on her thighs, hips and breasts, but she and Azula both knew they were there.
It was ironic. Ty Lee could weaken the strongest of men with a simple poke, but all it took was one look from Azula and she was putty.
And that was just how she liked it.